George couldn't believe his luck. He had walked into the office kitchen to find Sammi washing some cups up in the sink, her long slender fingers protected from the hot soapy water by a pair of bright yellow Marigold rubber gloves. George wasn't sure of the exact moment he discovered his fetish for kitchen or household rubber gloves but was remembered clearly...
The first thing i noticed was how Her skin smelled just the way it looked: Darkly sweet with the hint of a spice that i just couldn't name. Floating on top of her natural scent was that mixture of cigarette smoke and beauty products that's spelle "desire" to me since i started shooting women in the little studio at my old college. I took a deep breath to sav...
Sarah was like the rest of the college cheerleaders at her school. She knew she could have any boy she wanted. But little did she, or the other girls, would get when they crossed the wrong guy. It happened when the squad was on its way back from an away game at Flagler College. Flagler was UWO's rival, and for the past five years UWO had not had a win again...
Part 3 To my surprise, after Master finished orgasming, he removed my ring gag. I flexed my jaw as much as the posture collar would allow, trying to work the stiffness from my jaw muscles. Master stepped behind me and removed my ankle cuffs and then my wrist cuffs. "Stand slave." I moved to stand and after getting my heels under me I was able to stand. I...
Ridges were pushing in from left and right into the distance. They looked like fingers pushing in between each other interlocking. Yes, they looked as dry and brown as the dried and dirty work hands of a redneck pa. Only straight down ran a weak river twisting left and right past the ridges. He could count the ridges into the distance: one, two, three, and f...
Don and Julia were into drain sloshing. They had mapped out their city's drains and could travel downtown from their suburb through the storm system. They did this on Friday nights. They'd get all decked out: Don in ninja black and Julia in her pink rubber boots, fishnets and a hoodie to keep the spiders out of her hair. Don always sloshed first looking out...
Keep me in mind with more grasp than your mnemonics hold me in those sweet corners of memory learn me with the same strength as rhyme know me by rote on instinct by heart Now... In the weak flaps of a wounded umbrella, in the chuckle of rubber boots over concrete, in the sandy, carbon, water scent of the wet city... I take a moment apart. Calm and...
This was probably my very first attempt at writing adult fiction and was more of an effort at exploring my own fantasies and thus work out what drove me than any serious effort to entertain others. Reading it now, it seems simpler and more direct than my later work and may be better or worse for that. I will leave it to you the gentle reader to decide... *...
A trip to the pictures. "We start for home tomorrow so tonight is our last night. Shall we go to the pictures?" suggested my husband. The pictures, the cinema, the flicks! That just shows how long we go back. We literally walked into nudism about three years ago. We were camping in Brittany on the coast. We'd spent a few days on the beach. The sun was shi...
~ Only the 3rd day of her week long training and she made one mistake during the day that had the doctor give her a hard lesson for not doing her part well enough. ~ * The morning came too soon as I awaken again to another day of torment. Dr. Harden did his usual routine of cleaning himself up before having me pleasure him with my mouth craving for my Mast...